#but hear me out what if

[adreamoverlife]

thinking about how out of all the Archangels Michael and Raphael could be happiest. Raphael could finally have her brother that she died trying to get back. Just imagine her and Michael and Adam all running around the world together. God really is dead and now it's okay now because they have each other. It's about abandonment, it's about letting yourself love again. It's about Raphael finally falling back in love with healing creation as she fixes the holy fire burn marks on Michaels wings from the cage. It's about Michael falling back in love with protecting as he once did back when the world was still forming. In a way it still is. Michael preens Raphaels wings in a way he hasn't for millennium and plays a plucky waltz for her to teach Adam to dance to. Adam tells her he was a pre-med student and she immediately presses him for all that he knows and then scoffs. She remarks at how behind humanity is and tells Adam things humans won't understand for centuries. Raphael works together with Michael to fashion Adam scalpels so sharp the cuts don't bleed. Michael makes them fruit tarts of the fruits from the Garden where all Gods creations once partook in the flavor and the joy that comes from biting into an apple so hard it drips down your cheek. They sleep in a bed with enochian symbols carving out a lullaby on the ceiling older than time itself with Michaels wings as shield from the world. The brothers sing with the wind and in the sky like they did so long ago and Adam dances to the tune. Michael tackles Raphael mid flight as they race to the nearest gala Raphael heard about on TV. She whines and complains but doesn't fight as he carries her as the way there. When Adam drags them back to a hole in the wall diner a women approaches Raphael and just has to know where she got that suit she's wearing. It's so beautiful, she actually has a job interview in a few days and is so nervous, an anxiety that tugs at the child standing behind the woman's leg. Angels were made to ease burdens, and healing isn't always physical. The bright eyed woman gets her job, Raphael will make sure of it. A day when they are walking outside a downtown area Michael jumps the fence into someones backyard and races over to the pool drain filled with mud and leaves and filth. Pulling up the disgusting plastic the Prince of Heaven dives his hands in and reveals a very large spider that wipes it's eyes clean of the mud with its front legs and shivers as Michael very gently whispers to it in a language long past waiting for it to get dry enough to move comfortably. When Raphael approaches he looks up at her and raises the oh so terrified creature and asks "Does she need healing?"

Raphael smiles at the meteor shower up above with her brother at her side. Michael snaps his fingers to change the color of the lights to match the wavelength of his grace warmed by the joy of having the two people he cares about most at his side. He doesn’t need to chose between his family and Adam they both chose him. Their days are as sunny or rainy as they desire. Their days are theirs and theirs alone. They are free.

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[zosanbrainrot]

part 2 of Zoro in WCI

01 02 03 04 05 06

I tried to write something to sum up my thoughts on this, but then it got longer and longer and tbh I'm itching to write a fic set in this AU djjdkf I think I could develop on their inner feelings more than in the comic form

Before posting the first part I didn't realize people had such strong opinions on how this would play out lmaooo

imo, of course Zoro wants to fight Sanji, not with actual intent to harm (they threaten each other on the daily, come on), but because that's how they are together, how they communicate. He respects Luffy's decisions and their goal here, which is to learn what's really going on with Sanji, but he's gonna be pissy about it all he wants. They both have so many intense and conflicted feelings about this and neither has any idea how to resolve them. So they fight.

ofc yall are free to headcanon this interaction any other way you want <333

[sandflakedraws]

re : how each brother reacts learning that they can't go back

you'll have to pry the "all the Brozone Bros knew what happened at the tree" headcanon outta my cold, dead dead dead hands.

[danlous]

I feel like many people have a fundamental misconception of what unreliable narrator means. It's simply a narrative vehicle not a character flaw or a sign that the character is a bad person. There are also many different types of unreliable narrators in fiction. Being an unreliable narrator doesn't necessarily mean that the character is 'wrong', it definitely doesn't mean that they're wrong about everything even if some aspects in their story are inaccurate, and only some unreliable narrators actively and consciously lie. Stories that have unreliable narrators also tend to deal with perception and memory and they often don't even have one objective truth, just different versions. It reflects real life where we know human memory is highly unreliable and vague and people can interpret same events very differently

[tamanegi-san]

its 3 am and I have offerings

have these late night conjured head cannons of mine for next chapter if Asagiri decides to pan back over to meursault

[beebfreeb]

If I saw a nutcracker nobody could stop me

[blu-ish]

HOW DO THEY MAKE THE SCENE GAYER?????

[cozylittleartblog]

New Family Speedrun 00:09.12 (World Record Not Clickbait???)

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[hadrassians]

restless dead

composition & pose inspired by the consolation by j.c. leyendecker

[iambecomeyourvillain]

genuinely none of us would survive a book from kevin day's perspective

[azfellandco]

It's about Crowley bearing witness to Aziraphale's desire, about the way that desire is animal and visceral and enormous and terrifying*. And about how Crowley sees that and wants it. Crowley offers the ox rib and watches Aziraphale eat because eating provides them no sustenance, it's purely for pleasure, sensual, selfish. And Crowley introduces Aziraphale to this, and thousands of years later still takes obvious pleasure in feeding Aziraphale, in watching him eat. In watching Aziraphale's pleasure.

And I think it's significant the things we see Crowley put into his body in s2, and why: six shots of espresso, as something bracing before seeing what it is that made Aziraphale call him in his "something's wrong" tone; whiskey, because he has to give Aziraphale some bad news; wine, because they "might as well get comfortable" during the storm coming down on Job, after Aziraphale learns that Crowley is actually pretty unhappy with Job's suffering; and poison, to dispose of it so Elspeth (or Wee Morag, I've fogotten which is which) doesn't die. Crowley doesn't take Aziraphale's "something that calms you down", only consumes things that not only don't bring him pleasure but are an attempt to prevent pain. Crowley, who introduced Aziraphale to this important physical, sensual, selfish pleasure, denies it to himself. He denies himself the eccles cakes, he denies himself partaking in food, and he denies himself Aziraphale.

And we see throughout the rest of the season other things he's denying himself: the comfort and safety of a home in the bookshop in favor of the mobility and ready-made escape of living in the Bentley, the surety of saying what he really means during the confession. He cannot bring himself to admit what he wants, that he wants. Gabriel and Beelzebub "going off together" is not what he wants. He wants Aziraphale, but he doesn't say that, because he's never, in the years and years and years we've seen this season, let himself want or be seen wanting. "Going off together" is as close as he can get to speaking it. "A group of the two of us" is as close as he can get. So he has to watch as Aziraphale leaves and takes his pleasure in the world with him.

[likeprongstostars]

guys i promise i have other ideas i just go back to drawing domestic jegulus at every minor inconvenience